Miranda July Quotes

But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

Anxiety is our agitated soul scrambling for control.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.

I'm not telling you that suicidal people aren't so far away from people who can get by; I'm telling you that people who can get by aren't so far away from being suicidal.

I feel at times that I'm making up these little people and I've lost my mind.

We all question our sanity. Everyone has had an experience of loss of control of something.

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you're too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

I remember secretly going off and crying. All of a sudden I'm being blocked and have to be intimate in a scene, and I'm going, 'I can't even look people in the eye very well. How am I ever going to do this?'

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.

It would be impossible to estimate how much time and energy we invest in trying to fix, change and deny our emotions - especially the ones that shake us at our very core, like hurt, jealousy, loneliness, shame, rage and grief.

I'm mostly a mess, and I hide it pretty well a lot of time.

There are moments when your mind is very vulnerable. You feel a lot of doubts.

Because I am basically so insecure and anxious and afraid, I never, ever in my life learned to reach out for help, ever.

It's not easy to talk about things that are still hurting.

There was a time where I was really confused about who I was and what I was doing, and I was just kind of depressed.

If you're not okay, you might as well not pretend you are, especially since life has a way of holding us down until we utter that magic word: help! That's when angels rush to your side.

I could come in the gym to train with the boys and they'd think I was alright, but I'd go home and sit there crying.

The stress that some of us feel - it's a lack of faith, it really is.

It's no surprise to me that intellectuals commit suicide, go mad or die from drink. We feel things more than other people. We know the world is rotten and that chins are ruined by spots.

Anxiety was born in the very same moment as mankind. And since we will never be able to master it, we will have to learn to live with it—just as we have learned to live with storms.

I'm tugging at my hair. I'm pulling at my clothes. I'm trying to keep my cool, I know it shows. I'm staring at my feet. My cheeks are turning red. I'm searching for the words inside my head. I'm feeling nervous trying to be perfect, 'cause I know you're worth it.